Chapter 78
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 78
Chapter Title: The Half-Castrated Man
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"No way. Even if she is a Hero, there's no way that's possible."
When Roa heard about the feats Ashy had accomplished as a Hero, he couldn't believe it.
How could anyone believe she'd eradicated the true form of a demon from the demon realm?
Countless Heroes had left their marks across the continent only to shatter in the end.
Yet she was the first.
Ashy had become the singular hero capable of turning the tide on a humanity that had only ever been on the receiving end.
After confirming the truth for himself, a torrent of awe toward Ashy had welled up inside him.
Roa truly admired her.
Which was why he couldn't wrap his head around it.
'Why that man?'
To Roa, Ashy possessed a beauty beyond compare.
Her sharp eyes and icy demeanor made her hard to approach.
But she was stunning enough to make anyone want to get close.
Even elves—the very embodiment of beauty among the continent's races—had to yield to her.
The High Elf Islan Princess, who stood out among them, looked downright ordinary next to Ashy.
It was that kind of evaluation, and Ashy was a peerless beauty worthy of it.
The masses of the continent...
Even the handful of outstanding, exceptional men would nod in agreement if they were laid beneath her dainty feet.
And yet, such a Hero was sharing her affections with a mere human man.
Roa had seen it.
Ashy fawning over the human man, clinging to him desperately.
— "Ashy, want me to thrust it in?"
— "Impregnate me. Fill my womb with your cock...!"
They tangled together at every opportunity.
When the Islan Princess came calling, when the servants stopped by to tidy up.
Even when Roa sneaked a peek to spy.
There was no noble Hero to be found.
Just a whore howling with a cock buried inside her.
'Why on earth...'
Roa simply couldn't comprehend it.
She wasn't even the type to pine for women like he did—what was the point of keeping around such a worthless man?
"Ro, Roa! That's enough! Stop it!"
"Understood, Princess."
The Islan Princess reined Roa in.
She had her usual sharp tone, but Roa hadn't expected her to turn it on Ashy too.
'My head hurts, Roa...!'
Her consistency was admirable, at least.
But her target was that savage Hero Ashy.
The Islan Princess clutched her pounding head and stole glances at Ashy.
She finally understood why humans talked about headaches that split their skulls.
"Hmph."
She half-expected Ashy to swing her sword at any moment.
Tensed up, she watched.
But Ashy showed no reaction.
She shot Roa a glare and let it slide.
"Well, not everyone has the same taste in people."
"……."
The Islan Princess let out a sigh of relief.
She was grateful they'd cleared the hurdle unscathed.
'...This one's got no feelings at all.'
Ashy swept her gaze over Roa.
Then she quelled her anger.
The elf knight standing before her with her chin held high.
This woman truly had zero interest in Kang Ajin.
So whatever she said was fine.
It was a thousand times better than the Islan Princess, who snuck glances at Kang Ajin while slyly blushing.
'Annoying as hell, but I need to manage my reputation...'
They'd held the wedding.
Ashy and Kang Ajin were officially husband and wife.
Not registered with the kingdom yet, of course.
But they'd tied the knot right in front of the World Tree.
That red thread was stronger than any paperwork.
She planned to swiftly cut down the demons and claim the Demon King's head.
And along the way, she needed to build a solid reputation.
Infamy was off the table.
For the world after the Demon King.
For her husband and children in a peaceful era.
Ashy would claim her title and amass her wealth legitimately.
That was her goal.
No more murders driven by raw emotion...
'I'll just sweep out the trash.'
Killing criminals purified the world.
It was the path that protected Kang Ajin and their future children.
From that angle, Roa wasn't a villain.
As an elf, she was close to sainthood.
If you ignored her bluntness and oversteps.
"...Shall we get going, then?"
The Islan Princess said, eyeing the two of them.
Roa immediately fell in behind the Islan Princess.
It had been ages since he'd ridden in a carriage.
After spending the last fifty days or so glued to the bed, the seat felt downright awkward.
"...This carriage is cramped."
Ashy grumbled pointlessly.
It wasn't even that small, but she shot the Islan Princess a glare anyway.
"...S-Sorry."
"No need for you to apologize. It's those Elder Council fossils who are the problem."
The Islan Princess had basically been shoved into this.
And Roa was tagging along to guard her.
Just as Ashy said, the High Elf elders from the council were the issue.
Too lazy to move themselves, they dumped the work on a young elf.
They didn't have any malicious schemes, at least.
The World Tree had bestowed its blessing, and they were just worried it was working properly.
So they'd assigned someone reliable.
If the other party weren't Ashy, it wouldn't have been a big deal.
Ashy stared down the Islan Princess seated across from her.
The princess turned her head ever so slightly and shot me a glance.
"Your hand stopped."
"……."
My right arm was cradling Ashy's neck while my hand kept stroking her ash-gray locks.
I couldn't let it stop.
It reminded me of those childhood days fanning bullies on command.
Back then it was delinquents; now it was a Hero...
The present situation felt way more absurd no matter how you sliced it.
And that Hero just happened to be my wife.
Shouldn't I steer my wife away from the wrong path and guide her right?
Was that my role?
Lost in such idle thoughts, my hand kept caressing Ashy on instinct.
'...Not that I hate doing it.'
Ashy smelled sweet.
She always gave off this dizzying, man-tempting aroma.
When she was squirting fluids everywhere, it carried a lewd tang...
'But I prefer her subtle natural scent.'
Holding Ashy close let me catch that unique body fragrance of hers.
My cock would stiffen on its own, the cramped chastity cage squeezing it tight.
Pleasure outweighed the pain—a total goner as a man.
But I couldn't refuse Ashy's body.
"Hnn."
Ashy flashed a pleased smile at my touch.
The carriage's atmosphere softened a touch.
As Ashy's mood shifted, so did the Islan Princess's posture.
She was breathing evenly now, like the tension had eased.
'Even for the Islan Princess's sake, I need to keep tending to Ashy.'
Ashy was a mad dog.
The kind that lunged to bite at anyone else.
Half-feral, even rabid dog fit.
I was the one and only handler who could rein her in.
Embarrassing to say it myself, but...
That was my reality.
For everyone else's sake too, I had to manage Ashy's whims properly.
"Puppy, kiss."
"……."
Ashy puckered her lips and shoved her face toward me.
She didn't care that the Islan Princess was right up front.
The princess's face turned beet red.
"Y-You can treat me like I'm not here. Whatever the Hero wants... it's easier for me too."
"……."
As if I could just pretend she wasn't there.
She was sitting right in front of us, staring openly.
"Kang Ajin?"
Ashy voice dripped with chill.
She rolled her eyes, prodding me.
I yanked her by the hair in a panic.
I mashed our lips together roughly, but she took it in stride like it was nothing.
Ashy was too busy gulping down my saliva.
Slurp, slurp, suck.
"Haum, mmph..."
I stuck out my tongue.
Ashy latched on with her lips and sucked it in.
The wet sounds of our tongues tangling echoed through the carriage.
Lewd enough to make me question if this was appropriate.
"Oh, wow, th-that kiss is incredible."
The Islan Princess who'd insisted on being ignored.
Her eyes sparkled as she watched us.
'W-Wait a sec...!'
Goosebumps prickled my skin.
Something was off about the princess's gaze.
She was straight-up voyeuring our kiss.
Meeting those wide, innocent eyes full of curiosity killed my arousal dead.
"Ash...!"
"Haang, mmph, sluuuurp...!"
I tried to pull away.
Not with the princess here—the carriage felt too exposed.
But Ashy wouldn't let go.
She'd already flipped the switch: wrapping around my ear, clutching my cheek.
We were practically in her straddling my lap now.
Slurp, slurp.
Slurrrrp—.
"...N-No sex. I'm not mentally ready yet, Hero!"
Ashy had started undoing my pants belt.
The Islan Princess lunged forward and grabbed her hand.
The moment Ashy felt the unfamiliar touch, she snapped out of it.
"Ah..."
Ashy released my head and pulled back her tongue.
My lips were a sloppy mess of her saliva.
"Smack... I wanna fuck."
"……."
Ashy muttered.
If the princess weren't here, she'd have stripped my pants off and devoured my cock by now.
— "Not even thirty minutes since we left?"
Roa yelled from the coachman's seat, accusatory.
— "Hold it together a bit. Handle your lust at lunch."
"...You're pushing it. I'm only letting you live 'cause you don't eye Puppy. Otherwise, your head would've rolled already. Lucky you."
— "What a shame."
Roa tacked on.
— "Dying by the Hero's hand... that'd be an honorable end. Won't happen while we're alive, though."
"……."